drao gred at him “the differene, sine you’re obusly too thik to get it, is that my friends would not have done what that group of morons did they never respeted me in the same way”
“sidering you bought your way on to the team, i’m not surprised,” harry noted and drao hose to ignore him
“they are part of the divin in slytherin that hooses to ignore the power of the veriae and instead fous on the fat that i do not have wizarding blood”
“you know,” harry grinned, “i was thinking about that it’s rather ironi that the pureblooded malfoy family isn’t as pure as people thought”
“i am pureblooded,” drao hissed
harry deided never to bring up the subjet again as the look of fury swept aross drao’s fae “not in wizard blood, and that is what auses the divin”
“exatly” drao almed down and harry looked at him strangely
“what’s up with you?” he asked uusly “you’re wound up tighter than a spring”
“i thought you would uand why better than anyone, potter,” drao drawled “after all, you are to bme for my emons at this point”
“me?”
“yes, you whih brings me to a quesn whih i’d like answered why didn’t you py today?”
“there wasn’t a point”
“there’s always a point, potter gryffindor barely won what really stopped you from pying?”
“i don’t think i need to tell you that, malfoy” harry gred at him and the words were out before drao ould even register that he was saying them
“was it beause potter ared that little me wasn’t pying? i’m fttered”
“don’t be, malfoy you had nothing to do with it”
drao blinked as he saw something strange register in harry’s eyes as he said that, and the slytherin side of him got another idea he smirked at harry, his features shifting to those of someone who has figured out a seret
“i think you’re lying, potter i think it was beause of me that you didn’t py” something in the bond’s magi stirred inside him at those words, but he ignored it it had been ating weird for all the time potter had been denying it anyway but this was too good to start w about something else right now wathing potter squirm was so muh fun
but drao hadn’t been prepared for what might hen if harry didn’t squirm like he’d pnned for
“maybe that’s beause i atually are about what others feel sometimes, malfoy” harry sent a gre his way before getting up with the i of leaving the room
harry started to walk away but was stopped and spun around so that he was eye to eye with an affronted veriae he barely had time to register the bk silken wings that had ripped holes in the bak of another of drao’s shirts, before he was brought bak to the swirling silver eyes
“don’t ever assume things you do not uand, potter,” drao hissed, releasing his hold on harry’s shirt slightly he started slightly, realizing that there would be a problem, as he felt the bond—whih had been strethed out of proporn by harry’s denial of it— ontrat hily right as his mouth rashed onto harry’s own
power shot through them, joyfully ing through their veins as it resettled both itself and the bond that had been fed by their first kiss its power oursed through them and seemed to take on a life of its own as two tongues entwined around eah other like living snakes
it ended abruptly as drao pushed harry away from him
“what was that?” harry gasped
“the bond just resorted itself,” drao breathed “you had it so out of proporn it went a little overboard now, if you will exuse me, i have to go wash your taste out of my mouth”
harry wathed drao leave, one hand rising to touh where the magi had oed them for a moment
i wasn’t supposed to enjoy that…was i?
harry woke them to a rather slurred: “potter, kindly remove your hair from my mouth,” so he ouldn’t say that his day started off in the best of ways and then the thoughts of that kiss or whatever it was the night before ame rawling into the bak of his mind the worst part was that he’d enjoyed it, and there was no way to ranalize it this time it wasn’t just a kiss that had been done well no, harry potter had enjoyed a kiss with drao malfoy bond-prompted or not, bond-enhaned or not, there was no way around it but what did that mean? harry ould still very easily hate drao in fat they’d yelled at eah other that m but he ouldn’t deny that whatever that kiss was, it had definitely turned him on that ould just be teenage hormones though…but the st time ould have been teenage hormones as well and he had not reated in the same way
and then half way through his afternoon ss he got a thought maybe it was just the bond resettling itself that had affeted him that way yeah that would make sense but the only way to test it would be to kiss drao again…and exatly when had he deided to all malfoy “drao”? oh well, bak on thought the only way to onfirm anything would be to kiss drao malfoy but how ould he do that without starting another problem? like drao atually thinking that harry might like him, or maybe the bond would go razy beause of it
but the quesn persisted in his mind throughout the day in fat, it persisted in the minds of both boys though her admitted it to the other and yet the only way for either of them to work anything out would be for them to kiss again, right?
wrong but it took them another week to find that out
chapter 15: problems with magial currents
drao woke to find himself in a rather strange posin on his bed, strange beause he wasn’t sure why he was still on his bed to begin with, seeing how most of him was in fat draped over the right side of it yet for some reason he remained in this posin instead of toppling to the floor as gravity ditated he should it was while
